Chapter 1: Hold That Focus Steady
May 14th, 2003 4PM Eastern Standard Time
The Loft
Mark slid the door open and helped his beaten son into the loft and led him to the couch. He then went into the kitchen and got an ice pack out of the freezer. Luke was beaten up by a bully for the third time in 2 weeks and the school wasn't doing anything about it. From the time they had gotten into the car to the time they got home. Mark handed his son the ice pack, Luke didn't say anything. The young boy kept his head down and kept quite.
"I'm going to call Joanne and see if we can sue the school." Mark said pulling out his cell phone.
"Don't, please?" Luke begged in a soft whisper.
"Son, this is the third time you've been beaten up this week and your principle isn't doing anything about it." Mark said.
"Dad, school is almost over. Ben is suppose to be moving to Ohio anyway."
"That doesn't matter, Luke!" Mark snapped.
Luke looked down at his feet.
"Look, I'm sorry. I have to go to a meeting at 4:45PM and pick your little sister up later tonight. Michelle should be home any minute."
"Dad, I'm ok by myself. Michelle can go hang out with her friends at the mall. She doesn't have to baby-sit me."
"I don't want to leave you home alone." Mark said.
"Whatever." Luke sighed and sat back on the couch.
Michelle entered the loft and sat her backpack in the green chair next to the door.
"Hey, Bro." The tall girl greeted.
"Hey."
"How are you?"
"How the fuck do you think I feel!" Luke screamed before running to his room.
"Watch your language, Luke." Mark said.
Mark took a deep breath and turned to his older daughter.
"How was your day?" He asked in a calm voice.
"It was ok. That asshole-"
"Michelle." Mark said firmly.
"That….Butthole, Ben asked me out and I told him….something I can only say in front of Aunt Maureen."
May 14th 6PM Eastern Standard Time
Maureen's Apartment
Maureen had moved into a crappy apartment in what Roger liked the call "The shit hole of the city." It was a tough neighborhood and wasn't really safe for anyone. Her apartment was small and had two small bedrooms. Maureen didn't really like the place, but it was what she could afford. Joanne offered to buy her a place and the diva refused, because she didn't want anything from Joanne.
It was Maureen's week to have the kids and she was waiting for Joanne to drop them off. There was a knock on the door and the brunette quickly prepared herself for a fight to uproar. She opened the door revealing Joanne and the Children.
"Hey mom!" Elsie said.
"Hey." Scott said, without any emotion.
"Hey, go put your bags in your room." Maureen said, as she hugged her Children.
Once they were gone, Maureen looked at Joanne.
"I can believe I'm letting my kids stay here." Joanne said looking at the apartment. She was still standing at the doorway. "Why couldn't you just stay with Mark?"
" I didn't want to." Maureen said, rolling her eyes. "You think you're so better than me, because you have a fancy house in the suburbs."
"Mo, you picked that house out."
"Don't call me Mo! Only my friends call me that."
"I'm your wife."
"I'm glad you know that. Too bad you didn't know that I was your wife when you were sleeping around with that whore."
"Oh! You must be perfect compared to me." Joanne said sarcastically.
"I never said I was perfect. You're the one who acts like everyone should kiss your ass!"
"Me!?"
By now the couple was yelling and screaming at each other. The neighbors began to open their doors a take a peak.
"Damn, lesbians. They go through this every other Friday." An old man said, shutting his door.
Scotty and Elsie heard their parents arguing and decided to do something about it.
"They've got to stop fighting." Scott said.
"I've got an idea."
"What?"
"Just go along with it."
"I don't know about this…"
"Just do it!" Elsie screamed.
"Ok! Damn!"
Elsie and Scott walked into the living.
"Mom?" Scott said.
"Mama?" said Elsie.
"They wont here us."
"Yes, they will." Elsie said, with a smirk. "I'M PREGNANT!"
Maureen and Joanne looked at their 13 year old daughter. The look on their faces were priceless.
"What did you say?" Joanne asked.
"Her eggo is Preggo…." Scott said.
Maureen couldn't say anything, she was lost for words.
"I don't know who the father is. I got drunk at a party…"
"What party?" Joanne said.
"I secretly went out a few weeks ago and went to a party."
Maureen fainted.
"Look what your little joke did!" Scott whispered.
A/N: show me some love! :)